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âA poet in pain I could make a million out of you. An umbrella in the rain ainât gonna make the coins fall through. People want you to hurt, to see you tossing and turning in the sheets soaking wet.â
So you want me to bleed for you when my wounds finally started to heal. So you want me to cry for you when I smile, when my tears just dried. So you want me to die for you when my will to live never has been stronger. So you want me to sign for you as long as I can assure you to bleed.
âA transvestite in trouble, gee, we can make a double CD. People wanna see blood to see you messed up like a Kurt Cobain.â Are you insane? You underestimate my mates. âNo, Pablo Diablo letâs celebrate your pain.â
So you want me to bleedâ¦
Youâre the sharp teethed tiger and Iâm the little tiny squeaking mouse in your mouth. Iâm a genius in jeans that is still in shock âcause you gave me nothing but a writers block. Always the same, oh my, this is the place were good taste goes to die.
So you want me to bleedâ¦